Loose teeth on kids - I can change the dirtiest, smelliest diaper, but heaven help me if a kid comes up to me wiggling a loose tooth. I will definitely have to rely on my hubby for that when the kids eventually happen - well, when the hubby happens too...

Buffy: What is this?Willow: A doodle. I do doodle. You too. You do doodle, too. ("Gingerbread")

Xander: Damn it! You know what? I'm sick of this crap. I'm sick of being the guy who eats insects and gets the funny syphilis. As of this moment, it's over. I'm finished being everybody's butt monkey! ("Buffy vs. Dracula")

Also, piercings don't necessarily bug me. My son has a friend with plenty of hardware, and lots of ink art adorning his body. However, when anybody shows me their tongue piercing - I feel like I might faint. Casual conversation sometimes allows for that shiney rod to catch my line of vision once in a while with no problem. But if someone were to stick out their tongue and show me their adornments - I might just lose it.

My son's pierced nipples creep me out so bad I told him he has to keep a shirt on when he's around me.

Giant moths creep me out. There's one the bathroom on my floor (which BTW has no outside access, so how it got there is a mystery). I guess I'll be heading to the 12th or 14th floor. (And, BTW working on the 13th floor doesn't creep me out one bit....just the huge moth.)

Alligators, crocodiles, lizards, snakes... basically any kind of reptile. I went to the zoo with a young relative yesterday, and as we approached the 'gators, I was hysterical. I was hiding several feet away, literally shaking, begging her please not to tap the glass, because I suddenly seemed to recall a bunch of newspaper articles (or was it a horror novel Stephen King forgot to write?) about alligators running rampant inside of a zoo after some Jackass-wannabe teenage boy had tapped on the glass window. The recent attacks in Fort Lauderdale didn't help, of course, even though I'm half a world away. The mere fact that I've been to Fort Lauderdale is enough for me to feel all shivery whenever I read about alligator attacks. I had to pet three ponies before I returned to normal. When it comes to insects, though, I'm the epitome of cool. My man is terrified of spiders, so I've been known to kill a spider or 20 in my time. I don't even flinch while doing so. Same goes for moths. But reptiles I can't even watch wrestling with Steve Irwin without bursting into tears. I think it's the fact that they look like pre-historic creatures that really gets to me. Ew.

Any other reptile phobes out there? Like I said, I can handle pretty much everything else, but reptiles freak me out big time.

I'm with you on that reptile thing. My husband shared with me that a snake is living in one of my flower beds. He said that he isn't a bad snake, so he didn't kill him. I say, yes he is bad and deserves to die!